Title: Sex Slave

Pairing(s): eventual Puck/Kurt, Blaine/Sam, past Kurt/guys, past Kurt/Mr. Schue, Kurt/OC

Rating: M

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance/HurtComfort

Word count: 1163

Summary: Some people are born with a specific role that they must perform in life; housewife, businessman, army person, etc. Well, Kurt was born with a specific role in life: sex slave.

A/N: Hello everyone, I know, it's been a long time. There's been a lot that's happened in the last few years that has stopped me from being able to write as much as I would have liked. I finally got my ass in gear though and am going to finish the stories that I have left behind. Again, I am so sorry to anyone following me or my stories. I'm going to try to get out a couple of chapters a week, I have some ideas on how to finish this story now which was a problem before. Anyways, Enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, I'm just an adult girl with a big imagination and a laptop!

Chapter 15: Special Order

"Do you ever think about it?" Noah asked.

"Think about what?" Sam replied.

"It sounds stupid now but when you were a Sex Slave? Like how you got from there to here?" Noah said.

Sam looked at Noah, trying to get him to look at him but Noah resolutely kept looking over at Kurt, serving customers and picking up empty plates and cups.

"Of course I do, as much as I'd like to not think about it, it is part of my past. I feel extremely lucky to be where I am, but I wouldn't be where I am if not for that. I am always going to be a Sex Slave, Puck. I'm just not servicing multiple men now" Sam answered, wondering where Puck was going with this.

"I always wondered why I never became that and Kurt did. When I heard what he was, it shocked me. Little, innocent Kurt being someone who is a, as bad as this sounds, a toy for pleasure? Not because I didn't think he had it in him, but because he was so adamant about not having sex as a teenager. Now he has no choice, it's his 'niche'" Noah says, crinkling his nose up in disgust of the word before continuing, "You know I never got taken at 16? I was never trained for anything. It really hit home that they didn't think I was worth anything. That I was just a Lima Loser."

Sam was shocked, but before he could reply to that, Kurt came over and said, "You aren't a Lima Loser, Noah. Just because you didn't get picked to be taught a role in life means nothing. To me, that makes you a lucky one. If I could do anything to trade my role in life I would. You can literally do anything you want, become anything you want. The world is your oyster, you just have to decide what you want to do with that oyster."

Noah looked at Kurt hungrily and said as he licked his lips, "What if I want to eat that oyster?"

Kurt looked Noah in the eyes and felt his breathing deepen as he said, a little breathlessly, "This oyster would very much like to be devoured."

They stared at each other for a few seconds, just drinking each other in and forgetting the world, until one terrible voice rang out.

"Kurt, I need my special order. Now" Jack said, with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the pair who were leaning in close together. "You can service this guy later."

Kurt blushed bright red and replied, "Yes, Jack. Follow me."

Noah watched Kurt lead Jack to the back of the shop and sighed.

"Don't give up hope, yet. He's just scared. He needs time. Me and Blaine think we have a plan" Sam said, following Noah's eyes to where Kurt and Jack had disappeared to.

Noah shifted his eyes to Sam and raised his brow. "Oh yeah? What do you and short stuff have in mind?"

Kurt lead Jack to the same closet he always leads him to. He wanted to end this now that he knew what real pleasure was, but he couldn't and he knew that. He was a Sex Slave, and even if Noah wanted to get him off as part of his pleasure, it still wouldn't be the same. Noah would discard him eventually, just like they all do when they've had their fun. Which begs the question as to why Jack kept coming back to him. He knew Jack had a girlfriend, but yet Jack kept coming to him 3 or 4 times a week. He wondered briefly if Jack was just bored, because he didn't seem like the closeted type. Kurt knew that type, dealt with it in high school, this was not the same thing.

Jack pushed Kurt roughly against the door and began to manhandle him, pulling roughly at his clothes.

"Jack, I still have to work after this" Kurt said, trying to hold still and not cringe.

"You will" Jack replied, biting harshly at the skin of Kurt's neck as he undid the buttons of Kurt's shirt. "God, I want to fuck you, so bad right now."

Kurt, try as he might, was still hard even though he knew better. Friction sometimes just worked against him. Just as long as he didn't cum, he'd be fine. He knew how to control it and put it aside for his Owner.

He wanted this over sooner than later so he pushed Jack away a little bit and slid to the floor, undoing Jack's pants as he went. Jack's cock was hard, and Jack pulled him closer to his groin, moaning as he did at the thought of the wet heat that would be encasing him.

Kurt licked and sucked the head and underside of Jack's dick, trying to get as wet as he could because he didn't know if Jack came here prepared or not. Jack had never fucked him without lube before, but he wouldn't put it past him to do so. Jack pulled him off before he could cum, took a packet of lube out of his pants and shoved it into his hand with a growl to get himself ready. One hand went to Jack's dick and the other went to preparing himself. It still amazed him how tight he could be, after all the men he'd been with. But he loved the stretch and burn so he didn't take a large amount of time, just enough to give his hole a little bit of preparation for what was to come.

Jack didn't waste time turning him around and slamming him against the door as he slid on a condom and plunged inside, uncaring for his partner and how he felt. Kurt braced himself against the door and let Jack do what he wanted. Most of the things he learned were useless with Jack, he didn't care, just wanted a quick fuck to get off. It usually didn't take him long, grunting things along the line of Kurt being so tight and hot, gasping and groaning his way through his rutting. Finally, Kurt felt a shudder go through Jack, and he stilled, his hips pumping once and then twice more before Jack pulled out and leaned against the wall beside him.

"There. Now you're all loosened up for the next one. You're welcome" Jack said, taking off the condom and tying it up before throwing it somewhere in the dark closet. Kurt would have to find it later and throw it out before someone else found it.

"You better not be busy this weekend. I'm all alone and I want some company" Jack said, smirking and then leaving before Kurt could even give him an answer. Kurt sighed and started about straightening himself out, feeling the twinge in his backside.

"Well, I guess there goes my weekend."